Sweaty Personhorses: Chapter II (Gilda)

>It's FFFFFRIDAY NIGHT MUTHA-
>Well, ok it's Friday... day
>Early in the week, Rainbow Dash and you had hit up the local Floor*Mart™ and found a bin chock full of old, cheesy horror movies
>Naturally, she bought them all
>Dash invited you over to her estate to marathon the films
>Seriously, she has this huge tower mansion with never ending rainbow waterfalls cascading down the sides
>How did she even afford that place?
>Her parents must be loaded
>No secret why you usually hang out at her place despite her lack of housekeeping
>However, you're not going anywhere yet as you are still stuck at your job
>The Cakes had offered you a position at Sugarcube Corner after doing such a great job helping Pinkie
>You needed the money, so you took it
>But now you're missing the lazy life of unemployment
"Can it be 6 yet?"
>You hopefully ask the clock
>The clock simply stares back at you with that blank face of his
>"Nonny, quit talking to clocks. We've got goods that need to be baked!"

...

>Finally your shift is over
>Throwing off your messy apron, you wave goodbye to Pinkie before you sprint out the door
>Not long after, you arrive at Dash's place
>You step over some cans on the porch and knock on the door
>The door opened, revealing Dash
>She was wearing a tank top, sweatpants, and socks
>"Anon, ya made it! And right on time, too. I just started the movie."
>Why would Dash have already started the...
>"Yo Dash, who's at the door?"
>Wait, that dykey voice...
>"Give me a sec!"
"Hey, Dash? Who's..."
>"Don't just stand there, come inside!"
>Shrugging your shoulders, you walk through the entrance
>Dash's house looks the same as when you last saw it
>Empty cans and pizza boxes clutter the floor
>However, now there was something new
>Gilda is sitting on Dash's couch
>She is wearing her typical leather jacket and cargo pants
>But what really got your attention was those giant combat boots of hers resting on the coffee table
>That's when your nose suddenly picks up on that familiar odor
>Cheese, vinegar, and old leather
>Gilda seems surprised to see you, too
>She raises her eyebrows, gives you a once over with her eyes, then turns to Dash
>"So Dash, you finally invited your boyfriend over?"
>You glance at Dash and see her cheeks flash pink
>"No! Nothing like that! We're just good friends."
>Tired of being talked about as if you weren't there, you speak up
"If I'm interrupting something, I can leave."
>Dash turns to face you
>"Don't be like that, Anon, I just want my two bros to get along. Besides, Gilda tells me she wants to get to know you better. That's why she found you at Fluttershy's the other day."
>A big smile stretches over Gilda's face and she looks straight into your eyes
>"Yeah, any friend of Dash's is a friend of mine."
>It's lost on Dash, but her words drip with sarcasm
>Even with her sentence over, she still has you in her gaze
>You stare back, not knowing what to do
>Your little showdown lasts about three seconds until your nerves get the best of you, causing you to look away
>Gilda gives you a smug smile of satisfaction
>Meanwhile, Dash was staring at you both
>"Um, what was that about?"
>Gilda chuckles
>"Nothing, Dash. Come and have a seat, Anon."
>Saying nothing, you walk over to the couch
>Gilda is sitting on the left side, so you sit on the right and let Dash have the middle
>Dash plops down and joins Gilda with her feet up
>"C'mon, Anon. Relax."
>She wiggles her socked toes for emphasis
>Dash is wearing plain white socks which are surprisingly clean
>Usually they're a dingy gray
>She must have just done laundry
>"Anon? Hello?"
"Huh?"
>"You've been staring off into space. You okay, man?"
>Your cheeks start feeling hot, but luckily it's too dim to see
"I-I'm just tired. I work at Sugarcube Corner now, and you know who I have to work with."
>"Oh yeah. Pinkie can be quiet a handful."
>Hearing Pinkie's name seems to agitate Gilda
>"Hey. Can we watch the movie now?"
"Go ahead."

...

>The movie has been going on for about 30 minutes
>Unlike the title suggests, "Terror from the Woods" isn't really terrorizing
>It's just some guy in a mask killing people with an ax
>Right now, the dumb blonde is running from him
>She trips on a rock, causing her heels to fly off
>She's got some cute feet
>Too bad the actress has to be 50 by now
>The ax man catches up, the camera pans offscreen, and all you see is his shadow hack up the woman's shadow while ketchup is flung at the wall
>Dash lets out an obnoxious yawn
>"This movie is officially lame."
"Wasn't that the idea?"
>"I'm gonna go make some popcorn."
>Dash stretches, and leaves the couch
>Gilda watches her leave the room
>As soon as she does, Gilda swings her giant boots off the table and into your chest, knocking the wind out of you
>Before you can react, she has you pinned
>"Damn, you're pathetic. You can't even look me in the eye."
>Gilda then raises her right foot and presses the sole of the boot to your cheek
>"What the hell?! Didn't I tell you to stay away from Dash?!"
>Her voice was hushed but angry
>You try to answer but Gilda shoves her boot into your harder into your face
>"But I'm glad you came to me for once, dweeb. Saved me a lot of trouble."
>She shifts in her boots and returns them to your chest
>"Remember these bad boys? I know you do. Now, you're going to take them off right now. And if you even think of calling for help..."
>She gives you a cruel smile and presses her boot to your crotch
>Well, this is what you wanted, right?
>You would prefer a more gentle touch, like with Flutters, but you can't complain
>Allowing your fingers to find her boot straps, you begin unlacing
>Gilda seems satisfied with your behavior and releases some of the pressure on your crotch
>Once lose, the boots slip right off, and a wave of stink hits you square in the face
>She rests her warm, wet socked feet on your chest
>Sweat instantly bleeds through your shirt and the heavy musky odor makes you feel dizzy
>Gilda snickers
>"Aw, don't ya pass out on me now."
>She then slams her socked feet on your face
>Ow
>The wet fabric slides around, coating you in her sweat
>A groan escapes your lips
>You had hoped acting submissive would get Gilda to lighten up, but she seems to be getting worse
>"Now open."
"AhhUMPH!"
>Her right foot completely dominates your mouth
>"Suck. NOW."
>With a whimper, your lips wrap around her toes and suck
>Soon, sweat and dirty sock lint starts collecting in the back of your throat
>Gilda notices and commands you to
>"Swallow."
>This is getting to be too much
>You try shaking your head, but Gilda's foot prevents you
>"I said SWALLOW."
>Too late to back out now
>You gulp, sending all the crud down your throat
>"Good. Now bite."
>Your teeth sink into the tip of her sock and she yanks her foot back, freeing her it from the sweaty prison
>Gilda doesn't even bother you with her left sock and yanks it off herself
>Her now clammy bare feet rest on your face
>"Start licking. I want to feel that little bitch tongue of yours."
>Not even bothering to fight back anymore, you place your tongue at her heel and lick upwards
>It is extremely salty and you can't help but cringe
>"Ooh..."
>You give her sole another wet slurp
>"Ooh~"
>And another
>"Oh~!"
>Gilda quickly retracts her right foot and presents her left
>"N-Now this one...!"
>You start suckling on her heel
>"Oh my gah... this feels so... aaaahhhhh~"
>Is she... getting off from this?
>Apparently so, as her hand is heading south
>"I never would have thought this would feel so-"
>"Gilda? What's with all the noi-"
>The bowls of popcorn Dash was carrying quickly drop to the floor, along with her jaw
>"DASH?!"
>She yanks her foot from your mouth and stands up
>"We were... I mean, I was just..."
>Gilda's face is now bright red, with beads of sweat forming on her forehead
>Dash is still standing in the living room entryway, too stunned to move
>"You two were just... on my couch... I don't..."
>"No Dash! Please understand! We were..."
>Gilda looks back at you, her face showing how desperate she is
>Are you feeling sorry for Gilda?
>Even if that was getting to be torture, you still enjoyed it
>There's only one thing to do
>You wipe some spit from your face
>Or was it sweat?
>Regardless, you clean your face and stand up
"Gilda here was just... asking me to try something she read in a magazine."
>Dash gives you a quizzical look
>Gilda is still sweating
>"Y-Yeah! It...um..."
"Remember, Gilda? The magazine talked about how good it'd feel to have your feet licked by a handsome guy such as myself?"
>"Yeah! A..."
>She grits her teeth
>"...handsome guy."
>Dash's brain was still processing
>Suddenly, something clicked
>"So you did this... ON MY COUCH?!"
"Well-"
>"Couldn't you two have found, I don't know, a cheap motel room or something?!"
>Oh yeah. Dash hates anything to do with feet, even her own
>What's up with that?
>"Now I'm going to have to disinfect my ENTIRE LIVING ROOM!"
"Dash, you live in a sea of cans and boxes."
>"OUT!"
>She shoves the both of you out her front door and slams it shut
>Now you're left standing alone next to Gilda
>Yep, not awkward at all
>You turn to leave, but a hand on your shoulder stops you
>It's Gilda no doubt, but she's not clenching down
>"Hey... um...."
"Hmm?"
>She releases her hand from your shoulder and allows it to dangle by her side
>"You could have easily told Dash I was forcing you, but you didn't... Why?"
>You simply shrug your shoulders
"Dunno. I work in mysterious ways."
>A small smile spreads across her face
>"I guess you do. Dash already forgave me once for bullying her friends, I don't think she'd do it again."
>Gilda's arms suddenly wrap around you in a crushing hug
>"I almost lost my best friend again, but you saved me."
>She hesitates
>"...Thank you."
>Smiling, you hug her back
>Gilda holds the hug for a few more seconds before releasing you
>"Hey, I won't mess with you or your girlfriend anymore. You're a cool guy in my book, dwe- er, Anon."
"Heh, thanks."
>It's a start
"You're not so bad yourself."
>"Hey, I'm still going to be in town for a couple more weeks. Maybe we could hang sometime? I don't really have any other friends..."
"What about Dash? Is she going to hate us forever?"
>"Pfft, don't worry about her. She's just touchy about feet for some reason."
"Yeah, I noticed. Any idea why?"
>She shrugs
>"No clue, man. Why do you think my boots were so sweaty? I can't take 'em off around Dash!"
>She looks down at her boots Dash had thrown out with her
>Her cheeks get a little red
>"Anyway, now I'm gonna need a place to stay until Dash cools off."
>For a split second, you think about asking Gilda to stay with you, but that might seem creepy
>She pats her pocket, making a jingling sound
>"Got a couple of bits. Think I'll stay over at that... motel."
>She blushes even harder and bits her lip
>"Well, okay. See ya!"
>Gilda jumps into her boots and runs off
>Why was she all jumpy?
>...
>Oh
>She must have blue...
>Whatever the female equivalent is
>Heh, bet Dash is having a heart attack in there
>Oh shit... Dash!
>She's not the quietest girl
>What if she tells everyone what you and Gilda did?!
>AJ and Rarity are a little more mature, but what about Pinkie and Flutters?
>If they find out, they might put two and two together and discover your...
>!!!!
>They'll think you molested them!
>Panic sets in and you almost bang on Dash's door
>No, that might make her mad
>The best thing to do now is go home and hope Dash will be too embarrassed to talk about what happened
>Maybe Twilight would understand
>Speaking of Twilight, you haven't heard from her in days...
>She probably just has her nose stuck in a book again
>Still, it wouldn't hurt to check on her and she might appreciate the company

...

>Why is the library in a tree when there's a normal house next door?
>And why does Twilight live here anyway? Celestia too cheap to buy her a real house?
>You knock on the door
>It's answered by Twi's number one s̶l̶a̶v̶e̶  s̶e̶r̶v̶a̶n̶t̶  ASSISTANT
>"Hey Anon!"
>Spike always seems glad to see you
>Maybe because you're the only guy around in this town
>He holds out his fist for a bump
>You chuckle and give him some dap
"Hey Spike. Twilight around?"
>"Yeah, but she's a little..."
>"UGH! STUPID-"
>CRASH
>"...preoccupied."
"Everything okay?"
>"Princess Celestia wrote a letter asking Twilight to find a very rare flower that grows only deep in the Everfree Forest."
"What flower is that?"
>"It's a... I can't pronounce it, but the Princess needs it for-"
>"SPIKE! Why is the door open?!"
>"Anon came to visit."
>"Well, tell him to go away! I don't need any distra- Wait!"
>A purple aura surrounds Spike as he is flung backwards into a pile of books
>A manic looking Twilight takes his place
>"Anon! Just who I wanted to see!"
"Really?"
>"Yes! Ahem. I mean, please follow me."
>It doesn't seem like the best idea, but you follow her inside
>Twilight leads you to her desk, ignoring the grumbling Spike in the corner
>You glance downwards as Twilight walks
>She's not wearing her usual loafers, exposing her purple argyle socks
>A layer of dust outlines her sole and toes, making them visible through the fabric
"So... Spike tells me you're looking for some flower?"
>"That's correct. Princess Celestia Herself gave me this task, so it's of utmost importance!"
>Yep, that's Twilight
"Any luck?"
>"Yes! Well, no... I mean, not yet."
>She groans
>"I just wish the Princess gave me more to go on than the name!"
>Twi picks up a book and starts flipping pages
>"I've cross-referenced all my books, but none have any info whatsoever!"
>She tosses the book behind her head
"What is this flower's name?"
>"It's called the Podfillis. That's all I know."
"And it grows in the Everfree?"
>"Yes."
"...Then why not go ask Zecora?"
>Twilight's pupils shrink, then double in size
>"Anon, you're a genius! Why didn't I think of that? Zecora probably has, like, a hundred Podfillis'es on her wall!"
>'Podfillis'es'?
>She swipes her bag off the table and slings it over her shoulder
>"C'mon!"
"Wait, why do I have to go?"
>"Because it was your idea!"
"Don't you think it's a little late for a romp through the forest?"
>Twilight glances out her window
>"Oh, I guess I've been reading a little too long."
"You think?"
>Twi ignores your sass and sits her bag down
>"We'll have to get an early start. I want you to go straight home and get some rest. And don't forget to eat breakfast in the morning!"
>Tomorrow is Saturday, so you don't really have anything planned
>Plus, you would feel guilty if you let Twilight wander the Everfree alone and she got hurt
"Alright, Twi. I'll see you in the morning."
>Twilight collapses onto her chair, exhausted
>She lets out a cute yawn
>"Thanks. Just remember not to tell anyone, okay? The Princess obviously told only me for a reason."
>Twi slouches in her chair slightly, letting her socked soles face you
>You think about turning on the charm and asking if she wanted a foot rub
>And by "charm," you mean "blushing and stuttering and hope you're not called a freak"
>But she doesn't really look in the mood
>So you give a nod and start for the door before you eyes become glued to those dirty socks
>Maybe Twi will want a massage after the hike tomorrow
>On your way out, you spot Spike cleaning up a pile of books
>He looks up at you with weary eyes
>"Thanks, Anon. With Twilight gone, maybe I'll get tomorrow off."
>Poor Spike
>He ain't gettin' tomorrow off